For Jiang Yan, the experience was… complicated.
At first, the stinging pain was unbearable!
Coupled with the tremors downstairs, she nearly broke.
But gradually, she adjusted—the pain morphing into a strange, tingling numbness.
Especially when Ning Chen’s fingertips grazed her peaks—it felt like ants crawling under her skin.
Facing him meant keeping her legs bent at an awkward angle—exhausting.
And each rising wave was forcefully suppressed, leaving her teetering on the edge.
Soon, her consciousness drowned in pleasure.
By the 110th strike, she was done—outperformed even by Luo Fanshuang, thanks to her own “brilliance.”
Ning Chen waved, and Maid Mei hauled away the now-crimson-peaked Jiang Yan.
The rotation continued.
Each woman strived to showcase what they’d learned in their brief training.
By the thirty-second disciple of the third round, Ning Chen finally fired the first “injection.”
The chosen woman trembled like a lottery winner—overjoyed.
Clutching her stomach, she stumbled out of line, giggling deliriously.
Finding a spot, she immediately began cultivating.
And when the first drop of nectar successfully condensed?
Her eyes shone with triumph.
Block out all five senses and focus on cultivation!
The other female cultivators shot envious, bitter glances her way.
They had worked so hard, only for someone else to reap the rewards!
But what could they do?
They could only suppress their frustration and channel even more effort toward the Eldest Senior Brother.
The third round began.
Since every female cultivator had now abandoned all restraint—often refusing to leave until they had reached their peak at least once—Ning Chen endured significantly more rounds than before.
He realized that after about ten thousand repetitions, he would start feeling the urge to unleash a critical strike.
Though there were intervals of rest in between, Ning Chen could have lasted much longer if he wanted to. But time was of the essence, so he didn’t hold back.
If the feeling came, he gave it—after all, he had plenty to spare.
The rotation continued.
This time, the lucky one was a petite, underdeveloped female cultivator who seemed underage. But Ning Chen checked—she was eighteen, legally acceptable.
Meanwhile, the first female cultivator had just finished refining her gains, her aura surging dramatically.
Hearing the system prompt, Ning Chen immediately cast True Sight.
Ning Chen nodded. If he remembered correctly, this talent originally belonged to Li Yiya, the “Peach Thief” of his exclusive harem.
When paired with her Blood Transformation ability, the synergy was downright monstrous.
But even on its own, it was quite useful, especially for cultivation progress.
Unlike physiques or divine abilities, talents were intangible, so this female cultivator had no idea she had gained a new ability. Still, the sheer surge in her cultivation alone filled her with ecstasy!
She looked down at her abdomen, her heart surging with excitement.
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Now, she had leapt five whole layers in such a short time!
Even the legendary Green Lotus Double Yang Pill, which she had once considered a divine medicine, paled in comparison!
The Eldest Senior Brother’s Nectar of Immortality was simply too powerful!
And this was just the first round!
If she could receive it two or three more times, she might even break through to the Nascent Soul Realm!
Was this what they called a Holy Land Trial?
Pleasure and power at the same time—it was simply incredible!
The weakest among the female cultivators present was at least at the 3rd Layer of Golden Core, so when they sensed Yun Chudie’s drastic improvement, even those who hadn’t yet received his “blessing” were stunned—despite already knowing what to expect.
Someone who had been near the bottom of their ranks now exuded an aura so profound it was unfathomable!
Clearly, her cultivation had reached a level far beyond theirs!
The female cultivators were instantly reinvigorated, their excitement surging like a shot of adrenaline.
This was undeniable proof!
The thought of missing out on such divine nourishment filled them with regret—but also ignited boundless fighting spirit.
Now, before one woman could even leave after receiving her “reward,” the next would push her aside and take her place.
One after another, tirelessly.
As Ning Chen repeatedly bestowed his gifts, the line grew shorter and shorter.
The Soul-Devouring Spear remained as sharp as ever, though its shaft was now slick with froth.
Among them, Jiang Yan and Luo Fanshuang had the worst luck.
Ning Chen hadn’t done it on purpose.
But in the end, only the two of them remained.
So Ning Chen stood up from his seat and made them stand side by side, facing the wall in reflection.
Jiang Yan burned with competitive fire, while Luo Fanshuang radiated icy defiance—neither willing to back down.
But Ning Chen paid no heed.
He adjusted their angles like targets—one thrust to the left, one thrust to the right.
Soon, both women forgot what they had even been trying to prove.
Their cries intertwined—one like a phoenix, the other like a songbird—complementing each other.
Those who dared question him would be ruthlessly crushed, so they’d learn who was in charge!
Those who acted aloof would be thoroughly disciplined, so they’d understand what respect meant!
The two women completely broke down, their expressions twisted beyond recognition—each more exaggerated than the last.
Together, they stepped into a new realm!
Finally, Ning Chen gathered double the energy and split it evenly between them—though Jiang Yan received hers just a little earlier.
By the time the rotation ended, dusk had fallen.
Ning Chen calmly waited for the last two women to finish refining, ignoring the thirty-plus beauties crowding around him, vying for his attention with alluring gestures and flattery.